What an astonishingly bleak life, artistically at any rate, must one have lead to be a full-fledged adult workin’ at L’ETRANGER and without the first clue about blues, jazz, or the very existence of the 20th Century Avant-Garde! Or even about wordplay or bizarro humor. And to be so utterly hostile & uncurious (as opposed to fascinated or riveted) about something so utterly foreign to your existence speaks volumes. Alas, Miz Minard’s column is mildly amusing most weeks, but since it can’t have been her idea it seems a bit like a cluster of sniggering hepsters begging a non-sighted person to throw darts in their rec room…silly fun the first (and perhaps second) time around, but exponentially less so with each passing week. Then again, when was the last time THE STRANGER covered even mildly challenging music with the necessary force & conviction to bring it to life on the page?
– Tom Kipp
Never Heard of ‘Em: Captain Beefheart and His Magic Band | Line Out
Anna Minard claims to “know nothing about music.” For this column, we force her to listen to…
